“Sir? Where are you going? Sir.” Finn was trying to catch up as I started towards Lisa, shoulders squared, jaw locked, my eyes unable to leave the boy.
He looked older… Or maybe I just wanted him to be. Because I knew if he was five, then I might be the father.
That was something I knew I had to ask.
One of the guards was about to stop me, when I raised a hand, staring over his shoulder.
“Lisa, we need to talk.” My voice was sharp and final.
When she turned, there was a frown on her face. “Excuse me?”
Some of the people around stopped to stare, some photographers even had their cameras flashed in our direction like they knew this moment could be a juicy one.
“I want to talk to you.” I glanced around, before adding, “in private.”
For a second, she looked stunned. Then she started to
